Baal

 

Baal, ancient god of storm and sky,  

The thunder's roars his battle cry,  

A deity feared by friend and foe,  

His power felt both high and low.  

In fields of grain we bowed to him,  

His hands disturbed the weather trim,  

A price we paid for fruitful yields,  

While his vast empire fiercely wields.  

But now his fame has long since past,  

A memory that didn't last,  

The winds and clouds obey new lords,  

The prophets of the ancient hordes.  

Farewell, oh Baal, your time is gone,  

A legacy that fades, withdrawn,  

May your essence live in our art,  

And your lore grace the human heart.